Lion Head Mesa Malachite

Tavina quiets but her pain is loud.

Regret- is it not the most haunting of emotions? To know you had something, once.

She thinks of her mother whose fate is unknown to her and may never be. Memories of her now are hardened by grief’s edges. But she knows she would rather have them than none at all, even if they made living without her agony at times.

Regretfully, the fellahin does not know how to heal. She knows only how to serve. Her lips pull into a bittersweet smile.

“Allow me to scout for you again, Doctor. At least while the heat is high. I can go out in the mornings before the Queen rises. It would really be no trouble.”